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The battlefield was silent.

The air, once thick with the oppressive presence of the Level-1500 villain, now crackled with an entirely different energy—Jack's energy.

No one had expected it.

No one had even imagined it.

Yet, in the blink of an eye, half of the villain's face was gone.

The powerful being who had just emerged from the earth's depths—someone that even Katrina had instinctively stepped back from—had been wounded.

And the one who did it?

Jack Williams.

Standing atop a crumbling skyscraper, the wind whipping his coat around him, he held his weapon steady. A sleek, futuristic cannon, glowing ominously with a blend of Aether and nuclear energy, still humming from the devastating blast.

The aftermath of the shot was catastrophic.

A deep, burning crater had replaced half of the villain's once-proud face. Blackened flesh smoldered, refusing to regenerate as quickly as it should have.

The villain let out a low, guttural growl.

He staggered back, clutching his wound, violet energy flickering wildly from the raw damage. Something was wrong.

His regenerative ability—one of his **greatest strengths—**was failing.

Ten seconds passed.

Then twenty.

Still, the wound remained.

His eyes widened, fury and disbelief swirling together. This was impossible.

Nothing should have been able to harm him like this.

Katrina, floating high above the ruined city, felt her golden aura flicker for a brief moment.

She had been preparing for the worst.

Preparing for a battle that could decide the fate of the world.

And yet… Jack had moved first.

Her sharp eyes traced the rooftop where he stood, his calm expression never wavering.

"Jack…" she murmured, barely believing it.

Below her, Clark's hands clenched into fists. His enhanced vision took in every detail of Jack's weapon, his mind racing.

Power Man, the young hero who had once challenged Clark to a race, could only watch with awe and unease.

The other heroes, the strongest in the world, had gathered to fight this monstrous enemy.

Yet Jack—a man they had always seen as a scientist, a genius, but never a warrior—had just changed the rules of the battle.

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The Villain's Fury

The villain finally lifted his head.

His one remaining eye burned with rage, his smirk now twisted in anger.

For centuries, he had been unstoppable. His power was absolute. No one had ever dared to truly challenge him.

But now?

Now, he had been wounded.

By a mere human.

By Jack Williams.

His deep voice rumbled, barely controlled fury dripping from every word.

"What… did you just do to me?"

The very ground trembled as his power flared, sending waves of violet energy crashing against the ruins. The sky above them darkened, as if responding to his wrath.

Yet, standing atop that ruined skyscraper, Jack remained completely unfazed.

He smirked, lowering his cannon slightly—but never letting his guard down.

"Oh? You don't like that?" he said, tilting his head slightly, mocking the villain's wounded pride.

Then, with the same calm arrogance, he raised the barrel of the cannon again.

"Then you're gonna hate what happens next."

The reactor inside the gun hummed dangerously, Aether and nuclear energy swirling together again, forming another shot.

Jack had just declared war.

The battlefield remained silent, the air heavy with tension. Smoke still rose from the villain's half-destroyed face, his once-arrogant expression now twisted in both fury and unease. Jack stood firm, unshaken, his glowing weapon still humming ominously.

Then, with a single hand movement, Jack gestured.

A sharp, precise motion—a silent command.

"Fall back."

His voice was steady, controlled. It was not a request. It was an order.

The heroes, even the most powerful among them, hesitated. Clark, Katrina, Power Man, and the countless others who had gathered for battle—each one of them had witnessed Jack's attack. And they all understood one thing:

Jack's weapon had worked.

It had done the impossible.

But…

Jack had only one shot left.

They couldn't afford to waste it.

Katrina was the first to move.

She lowered herself to the ground, her golden aura dimming slightly as she pulled back. Clark followed, his enhanced senses keeping a sharp focus on the villain's every move. The rest of the heroes, after exchanging uncertain glances, also took a step back, retreating to safer positions.

Yet, their eyes never left Jack.

On the other side, the Level-1500 villain stood frozen.

For the first time in centuries… he felt something other than dominance.

He felt caution.

The gaping wound on his face still refused to fully heal. Pain, something he hadn't felt in eons, pulsed through his skull.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

No one was supposed to be able to hurt him like this.

And yet… Jack Williams, a mere human, had done it.

The villain's glowing eyes flickered as he studied Jack's weapon. That thing was a threat.

Another shot might be lethal.

He clenched his fists. He wanted to fight. He wanted to rip them all apart, to crush Jack beneath his heel, to show the world that he was still supreme.

But… was it worth the risk?

For the first time, he hesitated.

And in that hesitation, the battlefield shifted.

The villain slowly straightened, his injuries still glowing with unstable energy. His gaze met Jack's—a silent battle of wills.

Then, without a word, he took a single step back.

It wasn't surrender.

It wasn't fear.

But it was acknowledgment.

He would retreat—for now.

Jack exhaled, lowering his weapon slightly.

The battle wasn't over.

Not by a long shot.

But for now… the world had earned a temporary calm.

As the world held its breath in the temporary truce, Jack retreated to Future Island with Katrina and Emma, determined to strengthen their forces before the inevitable next battle. The villain may have backed down for now, but Jack knew—this was only the beginning.

Inside the state-of-the-art research facility, Jack worked tirelessly. Blueprints covered the walls, holographic projections flickered around him, and the soft hum of machinery filled the air. Katrina and Emma stood nearby, their eyes gleaming with anticipation as they observed his genius in motion.

Jack's fingers moved with calculated precision as he crafted a second suit—one identical to Katrina's. But this time, he wasn't just making another version; he was perfecting it.

"This is for you, Emma," Jack said, his voice steady as he handed her the sleek, black and gold armor. "It's built with the Aether Reactor infused within, just like Katrina's."

Emma ran her fingers over the metal plating, feeling the raw power embedded within the suit. She had always been strong, but this… this was something else entirely.

Jack continued, "I've improved the energy absorption efficiency. You both can now draw power from Aether at a faster rate. Your strength, speed, durability—everything is beyond what you've ever experienced."

Katrina smirked. "So, we're stronger than before?"

Jack nodded. "Much stronger. Level 1099."

Emma's eyes widened. "That's…"

Katrina clenched her fists, feeling the raw energy surge through her. "That's unstoppable."

Jack leaned back, arms crossed, watching them both. They were no longer just powerful. They were monsters in their own right.

And yet, Jack knew. Power alone wasn't enough.

They needed battle. They needed a real fight.

And soon, they would get one.

Jack could see the fire in their eyes—the sheer hunger for battle. Katrina and Emma were practically itching to test their newfound power. Their bodies thrummed with the Aether's energy, their enhanced senses making them restless, eager to unleash destruction upon anything that dared to threaten their world.

But Jack, ever the strategist, knew better.

He held up a hand, his voice smooth but firm. "Not now. You both need to cool down."

Katrina frowned. "Cool down? Jack, we just became some of the strongest beings on the planet. We should be training, preparing for whatever's next!"

Emma nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we can't just sit around."

Jack chuckled, shaking his head. "And that's exactly why you need rest." He walked toward them, his presence commanding. "Your bodies might feel fine now, but mentally? You're on edge. If you don't take a break, you'll burn out before the real fight even starts."

He placed a hand on both their shoulders, his grip reassuring. "Trust me. What's coming next will require more than just strength. You'll need focus, strategy… and a clear mind."

Both girls hesitated, then exhaled, realizing he was right.

Jack smirked. "And besides, I have the perfect way for us to relax."

Katrina raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
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Emma crossed her arms. "What are you thinking?"

Jack pulled out his phone, making a quick call. Minutes later, his Luxaviation private jet was prepared. With the push of a button, they were en route to Mumbai, heading straight for The Oberoi.

The luxurious rooftop pool of The Oberoi was a sight to behold. The water glowed a soft blue under the evening lights, and the city skyline stretched infinitely in every direction. The quiet hum of Mumbai's nightlife surrounded them, but up here, everything felt serene, untouched by the chaos below.

Jack stretched as he stepped out onto the poolside deck, already feeling the tension in his muscles ease. "See? This is what we needed."

Katrina rolled her eyes playfully. "A billionaire's idea of rest, huh?"

Emma, already in a sleek black swimsuit, dived effortlessly into the water. "Not gonna lie, this is perfect."

Jack grinned, pulling off his shirt before stepping in. The cool water washed over him, relaxing his tired mind. Katrina followed, splashing him playfully before leaning back, floating with a satisfied sigh.

For the first time in what felt like weeks of non-stop battles and discoveries, they weren't thinking about power levels, reactors, or villains.

Just each other.

Jack swam over, resting against the pool's edge, gazing up at the stars. "This is the calm before the storm, you know."

Katrina, floating beside him, smirked. "Then we should enjoy every second of it."

Emma, sipping on a cocktail the hotel staff had brought over, chuckled. "Agreed."

For now, they were just three young powerhouses, enjoying a moment of peace in a world on the brink of chaos.